Oh, come ON! I Can't Catch A Break, Can I?

Okay, I'm going along with this as it come to me, so the is pretty much just a filler chapter until i can get myself back on track...yeah. Same as usual, my apologies for spelling mistakes or nonsensical things. And also, for the last part, where she does that thing to Fang, I was listening to the guitar solo in Scream by Avenged Sevenfold, and Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria.



My suspicions were only deepened when Fang lunged for me...

His hands went to my shoulders, and immediately, his face was inches from mine.
Whoa, not what I was expecting...
"Fang, what the hell?" I exploded. He looked at me quizzically.
"I was just going to tell you to get out so I can look for something," he said quietly. I looked down, a feather light blush coating my cheeks. Then I realized something.
"Fang, this is my room. What ever it is, I can find it for you. And what do you mean, you were going to tell me to leave so you could look?" I demanded of him. He looked panicked for a second-what is up with him?-and then hastened to say,
"Well, it's something private that I just wanted to find..." Which didn't clear up matters at all, because now I wanted to know why some private thing of his was in my room, and what it was. And how it even got in here. But I figured he wouldn't answer any of that, so I asked a different question.
"Fine, then, whatever. What was all that thumping, and cursing from before?" Now he looked a little smug, like he'd just gotten a question right.
"I was looking under the bed, and thumped my head getting up." He said. I just narrowed my eyes at him. One, this bed, which he is standing right in front of-and even if he wasn't, should remember- is directly on the floor. There is no under for him to get hit on in the first place.
And two, Fang doing something like that, making so much noise about it, and then admitting to it so easily? Yeah, never gonna happen. It's just not something he does. He's Fang, silent and strong, and just altogether Fang-like. it comes with the territory. And this was not Fang-like. Not even remotely, meaning that Fang was...not Fang. Either he was taken, or...
Oh, crap! Why does this keep happening?! I thought frantically as a feeling of dread creep up on me, seeping into the crevices of my heart, and rooting themselves deep inside, clawing their way in, destroying little pieces of me on the way.
This wasn't Fang...
Where was Fang...
Was he even alive...
What do I do...
"Fang, turn around for a minute, there's something on your back, I think," I lied weakly. But of course, not being Fang, he wouldn't be able to tell. I grimaced about what I had to do. He obediently turned his back to me. I put my hands to his back, and up to his neck, before I made my hand flat, turned it on it's side, and hit him square in the side of the neck, then crushed my knuckle painfully to his temple.
I watched his form slump against me, going limp from either death or exhaustion. I roughly pushed him off me, and let him fall face first to the floor. I was numb. Whether he was alive or dead didn't matter to me, I couldn't care less. Fang was gone, either dead or taken to a place where death is something you wish for every day. I can't let him stay there, if he is there, at the School. Something told me he was still alive, but I didn't know how much longer that was going to last for, and I didn't want to find out. My brain made a connection before I could realize. Fang had been taken, and replaced with this
...thing! The thumping and cursing, that was what all that was! It gave me a small bit of hope, that I could still get him back. So Fang was taken? I was going to get him back. Someone took my Fang, and I want him back. Now. But as soon as I made a move to leave the room, unconsciousness dropped on me swiftly and deftly, leaving me on the floor, slumped next to the it I had knocked out-or killed- in a peaceful darkness. I could only wonder why this had to happen to me, though, I know for sure, that I couldn't bring myself to wish it on anyone else...

What Does He DO To Me?

New twists in this chapter, very...odd. I didn't even see this one coming, and I wrote it!! xD. Good luck keeping up!! Jeeze, Max is such a SAP in this chapter, and I apologize for that. As usual, plz 4give me 4 any spelling mistakes, or things that don't make any sense. (Chanel, these are your consequences... =]) Part of this chapter is dedicated to Demi Lovato's new song, "Here We Go Again", which I luvv 2 bits n' pieces, lol. Kudos to anyone who can figure out what part!!! Here's a clue: It has to do with the end of the video. ;)





MAX POV





Fang woke up some time later. After everyone got over the initial shock of the note attached to him, we moved him to one of the couches in the glass coated living room. Everyone else went to take care of their own business, under the supervision of Iggy(which is a mistake in and of itself), so I was the only one who stayed with him. I studied him for hours, noticing every breath he took. He looked peaceful, his breaths deep and even. The lines of pain and anger smoothed out, and there was nothing but a serene beauty etched into his features. It seemed...timeless. Something that never fades, never changes. Immortal(is it just me, or is The Voice starting to rub off on me?). Without realizing it, I reached up to cup his pale cheek in my hand. It was...soft. As he took at particularly deep breath, his hair flopped into his eyes. I smoothed it away, spreading my fingers in it, and leaving them there. All of a sudden, I was staring into warm milk chocolate, falling into it, drowning in it. Fang.


"Oh- Fang, I, um, what're, eh...um, you're awake." I finished lamely. I got my hand out of his hair, but he held my other hand to his cheek with a strong hand. Well, he's better, at least.


"How long've I been out?"


"'Few hours."


"Max." I stubbornly refused to look at him. His voice lacked it's monotone quality, and now had some emotion i couldn't quite place in it. It was warm, though. If that's any description. I could just imagine his expression; amused, yet annoyed.


"Maxie." This time I looked up sharply.


"Stop calling me that before I deck you one!" He smirked and dropped my hand from his face, rising slowly with every word he said.

"Why? Does it bother you when I call you that, Maxie? Does it annoy you when I play with your hair, Maxie?" He said, twirling a piece of my hair between hos index finger and thumb. That's how close he was, and getting closer. Now he had me pressed up against a wall, his hand somehow behind my back, stroking my wings, flared out slightly, by my shock. I couldn't get enough air, my breath coming out in short pants. He smoothed a piece of hair out of my face, much like I'd done to him, earlier. I was going to start seeing stars in a minute.

"Fang, what the hell are you doing?!" I tried to yell, but my voice came out shaky and barely above a whisper. He stroked a sensitive part of my wing, forcing me to relax into him, though now I wanted to get away more than ever, and was screaming at myself for having those thoughts at the same time.

"Does it make you angry, Maxie," he continued, like I'd never spoken, "when I do this?" And he pressed his lips to my neck, right where the jugular is. I felt him smile against the irregular and frantic beating of my pulse. Now he was fully supporting my weight, and I couldn't move if I wanted to. I was shivering, and not in a bad way.

"No, Max. It doesn't. Because you love me. You love me this much," he said, spreading out his own wings as far as they would go. He smiled his dazzling smile, showing bright, straight teeth(surprising, for someone who gets punched in the face on almost a daily bases), which started a tingle in the tips of my fingers, all the way up to the crown of my head, down to the tips of my toes. It was different than usual, though. It was...sadder. More like a "goodbye" than anything else. This isn't what Fang does. Fang, he doesn't smile, doesn't touch. Then he laid me on the floor, and walked away. I am Maximum Ride. I should have been on my feet, spitting out insults, and throwing punches, demanding what the hell he thought he was doing! But instead, I was sitting here, huddled on the floor. I could barely whisper, let alone yell. This is insane.
More insane than the time I found out Mom had a dagger? Some little part of me asked. I mean, my God, Mom had a dagger? What the hell did she use it for?
Yes. Beyond insane.
God, what the hell did Fang do to me?

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About thirty minutes later, after being recovered from my little...episode, I went in search of Fang, and not finding him, went to the living room only to find a note from the Flock and the Cullens.

Dear Max and Fang,

The Cullens are taking us to the mall, and we didn't think you would want to go. Just like that one time we were at your mom's house, and you didn't want to come with us to the pet store just because it was at the mall. I thought that was kinda mean, 'cause, ya know, animals are just so cute, and you didn't see them just because of the mall. And Fang, if you're awake, we hope you feel better. I hope you do, 'cause I don't want you to be sick, especially if we have to fight, and the Erasers or Flyboys came. That wouldn't be good, and being sick isn't good anyway. It makes you all pale, which is so bad for the complection, but its okay for the Cullens because they're all so beautiful, don't you think? Besides, I don't even think they can get sick either way. And now every one's telling me to hurry up and leave the note, so bye!! We'll be safe and come back soon!

Tiffany-Krystal-Butterfly-Chandelier-Sparkle-Star, Angel, Gazzy, Iggy, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, and Bella.

P.S.

Mostly me, though. Hehe.

I could practically hear Nudge giggle through the paper. All of a sudden, I heard a thumping and muffled curses coming from my room. I rushed up the stairs, two at a time, getting to my door just as the noises stopped. I banged on the door.
"Hey! What's goin' on in there? And why are you in my room?" I yelled through he thick wood. I got no reply, so I reached for the knob. The cool surface felt weird against the sweaty texture of my hand. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears, coming up my throat, threatening to choke me. Just as I was about to turn the knob to open the door, it swung open itself. I peered inside anxiously, and all I saw was Fang standing in the room, with a confused expression. Wait a minute...expression? Fang doesn't do expressions. I raised an eyebrow at him, telling him silently to explain. But his confused expression only deepened, and he said,
"Uh, why are you staring at me like that?" There was something off about him...his voice was, er, not the same. Different in a way, I couldn't really put my finger on. And then, when he didn't understand what I wanted him to do...he always understood. It was like he was attuned to me, and what I was thinking. But now, this was different, like he was disconnected. And my suspicions only deepened when he lunged for me...

Oh, I'm so bad. And, the way he lunged at her...trust me, not in the way you're thinking. Chanel, your punishment is going to come, soon enough...;)

~Cynical & Sweet

Crap

okay, Max is a heavy sleeper in this one, srry abt that 1. Cuz, normally, she'd b up in like, a second. Also, I might save the "Maxie" issue from the last chapter for later.



Max POV



"Awwwww!"

...wha? Who was that? Oh well, whatever, I don't care. I yawned, squeaking at the end, and buried my face back into the warm thing that was holding me.

"Oh man, this is priceless!" someone else shouted. Something soft pressed down onto the top of my head, and constricted tighter around my waist. Something large closed in on me. Soft, warm, and feathery. Wait...feathery? I opened my eyes and almost groaned. Almost. I was curled up in a tiny ball on Fang's chest, lying in his lap. His arms were held around my waist and his cheek was on top of my head. I had my face nuzzled in his shoulder/neck area, and his midnight wings were were settled around us securely, like a blanket. And as I looked up, I swear, I almost died. There, in the living room was every Cullen the Flock knew, looking like they were about to pee their pants trying not to laugh. Except for Emmet and Edward. They were leaning on each other, shaking with silent laughter. The very bad news about this: they didn't need to breath. Therefore, they never had to stop. Lovely. Note the happy sarcasm. Angel and Nudge looked about ready to burst, Gazzy looked disgusted, and Iggy looked like he'd just won the lottery...yeah, not my day. And now Fang decides to open his eyes. Just then Angel's high pitched giggle filled the room, followed by Edward's lower, more melodious voice. I looked at them, then focused on Angel. What's so funny, huh? I thought to her. Oh, nothing, just what Fang's thinking right now. She responded with another giggle. Angel! What have I told you about reading people's minds! I chastised her. Not to do it. But do you want to know what he's thinking or not? Whoa, this little girl is gonna get it. But for now, since Fang's in this mess wth me, I might as well get some blackmail information for later. After a short pause, I thought back, okay, but only this once, and only if you promise not to say anything to Fang about it. She squealed. YAY! Well, first, he thinks you look, and I quote, absolutely adorable. Like a chick who thinks it's a full grown eagle. But he liked it. Alot. And...now that you're blushing, he thinks you're beautiful. And that you'd look amazing in black, and you're his Max. His beautiful Max. If you ask me, he's like Nudge when it comes to you. Never running out of things to say. I was dumbfounded. Whoa...um, wow. I looked up to Fang's eyes, and froze. His overlong hair flopped over his eyes, and swooped to the side a little on the left, and I caught my breath. His lips were open slightly, and I wanted so badly to just run my fingers over every inch of his perfect face, through his silky hair. He looked...delicious...
"Max?" Those exquisitely shaped lips moved, and I couldn't help but stare. And then Rosalie coughed. I jumped off Fang, spluttering and stuttering like an idiot, and blushing like I never have before. I stomped out of the room, purposely stepping on Iggy, who was literally rolling on the floor laughing, to get dressed. I brushed my hair and teeth, put on some faded jeans black and red shoes, and a black t-shirt. I decided to leave my hair down, so that it tumbled down my shoulders in a messy way, for the simple fact that I was too lazy to actually do anything with it. Then, unfortunately, I had to go back downstairs. When I bounded into the kitchen, everyone turned to look at me at the same time, and stopped talking immediately.I fidgeted, uncomfortable under their close scrutiny, but held each of their gazes evenly, with my head high. I was still a leader after all. Iggy opened up hi mouth to make some remark about Fang and I, I bet, but was cut off by every window in the room exploding, raining glittering glass, like sharp claws, down on everyone.
"Duck!" Iggy shouted as he threw a small black, beeping, thing out the closest window. We all hit the floor, knowing that if Iggy said duck, you duck. A huge explosion, and then dead silence. Never have I been more grateful for Iggy's bomb-making than now. We got up slowly, checking all the windows and doors. No sign of the...whatever it was, that decided to play "blow up" with our windows. Except the front yard was screwed. Not even kidding, it was sizzling and flaming in some places.
"Report!" I yelled into the ringing silence.
"Awesome!" Bellowed Gazzy. I heard the clap of a high five, so Iggy's obviously okay.
"I'm okay," Came Angel's squeaky voice.
"Whoa." That has to be the shortest sentence Nudge has ever uttered. The Cullens were all okay, so I waited for Fang. And waited. And waited.
"Fang?" I called out.
"Ohmygod, Max, get over here!" Nudge screamed from across the room, panic filling her every word. I rushed to her side, and what I saw chilled my bones. Fang. Lying crumpled on the floor, with a little tranquilizer dart barely visible in his neck. And attached to the dart was a note. With shaking fingers, I peeled off the note, and read it out loud.
"Maximum," It said plainly, "we know where you are. Always. And we are always watching. Your 'Fang' will be awake soon. This is only a warning. We would like to arrange a meeting with your interesting new 'friends'. We'll be in touch. You know who we are..." I trailed off, as the little white piece of paper with the blood red writing on it fell from the fingers of a girl with wavering hands and a shaking voice, me, and drifted slowly down to the dirty floor.
"Crap."

one of m fave chappies 2 write. hope u enjoyed. u patience is no longer needed, young grasshopper(chanelly), lol. hope u dont mind the shortness. please excuse any spelling errors. Peace.

~MysteryXx

Cross My Wings and Hope To Fly; Fax to the Max...ha, cliche much??

So so so sorry it took me so long to update!! Between school, partial groundedness, friends, and just plain laziness, I've been REALLY busy, and it's been WAT too long. I'm, like, blowing DUST off this blog. Okay, so the Cullens are here, in all their mind reading, future seeing, emotion controlling glory, lol, and I COULD go through the introductions and then convincing The Flock that they really ARE vampires, but rlly, that would take WAY too long.(if u guys RLLY want me to do it comment me, n i will, tho) So we are going to assume that they already spilled their secret, but The Flock is still trying to hide theirs, cuz they don't know that Alice had her vision, and all, so yeah. This would be, like, RIGHT AFTER the Cullens convinced TF that they rlly R vamps. And lets just pretend that Edward didn't read their minds in the last chapter, shall we? Good. N xD, I'm RLLY in the mood for some FAX right now, & I feel this story needs some more. Tell me if u like. =]


MAX POV:


Ho. Ly. CRAP! Vampires. There were freaking VAMPIRES with my Flock! I stepped forward.
"Why are you here?" I asked for what had to be the fifth time that minute. Although it wasn't MY fault they didn't answer. They reminded me an awful lot of that voice of mine. Which, come to think of it, hadn't shown up for a while. Better not jinx it. But this time, I was getting answers. And by the way they all started looking at each other, I could tell they knew my tone implied that if they lied to me I'd kick their butts to California and back.
"We're here...to help, I suppose you could say." Said Carlisle.(yes, we had learned all their names) I rubbed my temples. Okay, that's helpful. And what was even MORE helpful was that we used our REAL NAMES. What was I THINKING when I called FANG?! And Iggy! And Iggy, Fang AND Iggy. Edward stepped a little closer to me and said just loud enough for me, and every other vampire in the room to hear,
"That's a simple question, Max. You were thinking of Fang. Of his midnight black hair, strong, comforting arms, velvety voice..." As the vampires in the room tried to stifle their laughter, and I tried to keep the blush off my cheeks, all I could think was HOW THE HECK DID HE KNOW THAT?!? I was about to pounce on Edward, and beat him senseless, I swear, but suddenly, I felt all closed in, like the walls were pressing in on me from all sides. It was getting harder to breath, and my vision was clouding over.

ANGEL! I screamed mentally.

Max? What's wrong?!

I don't know! Get in here! And bring Iggy!

I yelled. All in my head, of course. Edward had a look of wonder on his face. Through my blurred vision, that much I could tell. NOW is when he starts to treat us like freaks? Well I got some news for you, buddy. WE'RE NOT THAT FREAKY! Well, okay, so maybe we are, but WHATEVER! By the time I was finished with THAT little bit of madness, Angel, and the rest of the Flock, were back with Iggy. Angel crawled into my lap, crying silent tears, which didn't exactly help the claustrophobia situation, but... I shushed her gently, and reminded her to lock down her thoughts, just in case.
"Remember. Fly..." I whispered into her little ear, pink from crying. At the she gripped me tighter.
"Promise, Max?"


FLASHBACK:

Angel had just skinned her knee during one of our daily half hours of free time we had at The School. She was very small, only four.
"MAAAX!! It HURTS!" She wailed. I ran over quickly.
"What happened?" I asked, while inspecting her knee closely.
"I tried to fly." She whispered, and I froze.
"Max? Are you mad at me? Do you still love me?" She asked in her tiny little voice.
"Of course I do Angel, I always will. Cross my wings and hope to fly." I said grinning. She giggled.
"Now. Why don't you show me what you can do." A smile lit up her face as she popped out her small pure white wings and got a few feet off the ground, before falling back down into my ready arms.
"Did I do good, Max?" She asked me hopefully.
"You did great 'kiddo." I said, while all the whitecoats stared in awe at Angel. Pfft, yeah, the little mind reading four year old that YOU created, just learned to fly. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

END FLASHBACK:


Even when we were still at the school, the Flock looked to me as a leader, and I loved them all.
"Cross my wings and hope to fly," I whispered back, only loud enough for her to hear. She giggled and hopped off my lap. Unexpectedly, I was back to normal. Keeping my thoughts to myself, and just shaking my head at all the confused glances in the room, all that was going through my head was: What. The. Hell?!

ALL IN DUE TIME, MAXIMUM, ALL IN DUE TIME.
I sighed. so much for that dream. I don't need this, Voice....Nothing. Thank you God.

Later that Day:


After that INTERESTING day, we decided we needed sleep, and we pretty much trusted the Cullens enough to do so while they were here. I mean, they're VAMPIRES. They would have killed us already, had they wanted to, and it's not like they couldn't handle any trouble that came along. They have super hearing(and strength). They could probably hear me breathing right now. Buy anyway. I layed down to rest, but I just couldn't. There was too much going on in my head. After we stacked fists, I just felt sort of...disconnected. I kept replaying the scene of our hands over and over again. What would happen if one day, there were only five fists instead of six?
What if...
What if...
What if...
SLEEP MAX, the voice commanded.
Long time no talk, I thought back before the worst nightmare of my life began.


Dream:

My angel, my BABY...NO! I couldn't! They wanted me to tear her apart, take away her heart...they wanted me to RIP her snow white wings RIGHT OFF HER BACK! And if I didn't, they would shoot everyone in the Flock...starting with Fang. I started to cry uncontrollably. Oh, oh, oh my god! Angel! Fang! They wanted me to choose between my baby and my...Fang. I cried harder as I slowly walked toward Angel, and saw the trust in her eyes become quickly replaced with fear and betrayal. But I knew what I had to do. My baby, my sweet, sweet Angel. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry...forgive me, please, please, please...


END DREAM:


I sat bolt upright on the rough floor and light blanket. I made a small squeaking sound and started to shake and cry so much that I couldn't make any more noise. I felt strong, warm, sinewy arms wrap around me. I threw my arms around Fang's neck and buried my face in his shoulder, staining his shirt. Again. He patted my hair, and ran his fingers through it. He murmured nonsense words in my ear and whispered my name so gently that I almost jumped. Fang NEVER sounded like this. I stopped crying slowly and let go of the death grip on his shirt I hadn't known I'd had.
"What happened, Max?" Instead of answering I fingered his shirt and said,
"I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to cry like that." He's probably the only one to ever hear me say that willingly. He just looked at me, waiting for an answer. I sighed.
"I had a dream..." I said, feeling like Martin Luther King...or was it Martin Luther King Jr...? I can't remember(hehe, neither can I...is that bad?). I gave a small hiccaugh at that and, ignoring Fang's questioning glance, accounted the ENTIRE dream, not leaving ANYTHING out. By the time I was done, I was on the verge of tears once again.
"Shh, shh, Max, it's okay. It was just a dream. Just a dream..." he whispered into my hair. I looked up at him as he began to rub circles in my back, right between my wings. If that didn't feel so good, I would have been hyperventilating. I mean, come on people. This is Fang here. But my eyes started to droop, and just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt Fang lower me to the floor, and move to go back to the couch, where he was sleeping. I gripped his hand and wouldn't let go. I KNEW I wasn't going to be able to sleep without him there. He silently picked me up(I hate it when people do that, and he knows it, too) and sat us both on the couch. He rubbed slower, deeper, more hypnotic circles in my back, tracing unimaginable patterns. This is when I realized that I, yes me, Maximum Ride, was sitting in Fang's lap, oh yes, FANG'S LAP, and when this finally sank in, I swear I was going to die. And then, suddenly, I tried to hold it back, I DID, but I let out a small, almost unnoticeable noise that sounded, oddly, like a cat's purr(because Fang was still rubbing between my wings and it felt like absolute HEAVEN. And i found that ironic because we're BIRDS, and I sounded like a CAT. I mean, really). Even in the dark I knew Fang knew I was blushing scarlet. I felt him shake with suppressed laughter. Ugh. Stupid sexist pig. After a while, I shivered, and Fang OPENED UP HIS WINGS, and WRAPPED THEM AROUND US! I was about to protest, or maybe hit him, but when I felt how warm and soft they were, all the fight flew out of me(no pun intended), and I just couldn't bring myself to do anything.
"Thank you," I whispered to him.
"Any time, Maxie," he said before my eyes closed. Whaaaat????? Oh, he was SOO going to get it for that in the morning. The rest of that night, I dreamed of black, and brown speckled, feathers floating down onto a crystalline snow filed ground. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.


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P.S.
LOTS OF THANKS TO CJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You gave me one of my ideas for this, actually. So, whether you knew it or not, you helped alot. THANKS SOO MUCH!!!!!!!!! You're a good writer, and an even better friend. ILY!! Luv u 2 Ange! An for Chanelly: PUCKABRINA PUCKABRINA PUCKABRINA(PuckXSabrina)!! MwAh!!! <3

P.P.S.
Lol, so long. But, also , this was just a short filler chapter. Sorry if it's shorter than usual. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! And please excuse any spelling mistakes or things that just don't make sense.

Should I/We, or Should I/We Not?

Ummm, I realize that I'm in the middle of a fanfic, and you're expecting the next chappie(he he, luv that wrd) I need your opinion. okay, so I want to know if Chanel and Julia...*drum roll here plz* would like to write a fanfic with me. We are all currently in the middle of our own stories, but I say we put them on temporary hiatus to do this together, cuz i don't see you guys half as much as I should, and this can be something for us to do together. We can call 3 way like in Julia's last fanfic(in which i got to go out with a guy named Zach, which is just fine with me. Thanks Jewls!! xD) and write a couple of chapters each. I think it would be fun!!! So what do u say, you guys??? Yes, no, or mb, yes, no, or mb???? If you're undecided, make up your mind soon plz and thank u!!! Comment me soon!!!

Whoever I want to Be,
a Cynical and Sweet,
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